Folded Hands

I hold in my hands this evening

Offering

A small basket of woven leaves
With flowers, incense and camphor
Frail and delicate, set afloat

First Rays

Win Some, Lose Some

I don’t want to lose confidence

Lifelong Loneliness (English / Hindi)

Born on a Monday

Monday’s child
A name meaning Happiness

Fallen Angel* (A triad with Matt and Kunal)

BHOOLBHULAIYA* – The Maze of My Mind

This is my first attempt at a composition in Hindi / Urdu, with an English translation.
A shout out to NMY for her encouragement and preview!

The Shadow At Noon

I want to be the aeonian sun,
Not the evanescent breeze 

I WONDER IF I WILL HAVE THE TIME?

I want to grow old with you.

We’ll wrinkle together. And grey.
Lose our glasses, our vision, our hearing, our memory, our friends.

Look back at days past. With much fondness and some regret.